you can threaten me with a good time [re-intro]

[hushsound.]

Of all the people for Rosemary to first encounter in her first foray back into having a social life again, it was doubtful that her first choice probably would have been someone as new as Hushsound. The mute hero had arrived at the group only a few days ago, and while he was slowly becoming more and more familiar with everyone that resided within the Typhoon, he was also willing to bet that Rosemary would have preferred to run into one of the many other older members, or one of the members of her family. Still, he was never one to pass up meeting somebody, even though he couldn't really conventionally talk with any of them unless they were very very close. After all, he had only ever really spoken out loud to his first love, as well as somebody who was practically a mother figure to him, so he probably wouldn't be speaking in audible words to Rosemary anytime soon. Still, he desperately hoped that, with her 4 eyes, Rosemary was able to read his writing, or, even better, knew sign language like Goldie had demonstrated when he had first joined.

Walking along the beach on his own, the small golden male made no noise beyond the soft clang of his dagger sized sword against his hip, sheathed and attached to the belt around his waist. The young feline couldn't often get a full night's sleep easily, as his dreams were plagued with visions of crying princesses and dark clouds of misery and hatred wrapped around large castle structures. Because of this, he spent most of his time at night these days just silently exploring, watching the sun slowly disappear below the horizon line with curious light blue eyes that took in the beauty of it all without so much as a single comment. This time, however, his eyes were drawn towards something other than the now long gone sun: Rosemary. He had never seen the ocelot around before, and she was certainly different from any other ocelot he had seen in his short life, so he felt his paws guiding him towards her before he had really processed what they were doing. Once he was only a little bit away from Rosemary, he offered her a little smile and moved to carve words into the sand they were standing on, his fluffy tail flicking to and fro as he wrote out, "HELLO THERE. MY NAME IS HUSHSOUND, WHO ARE YOU?" He didn't want to seem as if he was being blunt or rude, but when he was writing on the ground, he usually had to be brief, for fear of running out of room or having his words trampled on.

[glow=black,2,300]LOVE IS NOT A VICTORY MARCH[/glow]